"This Commander-in-Chief doesn't take threats!"
He did not follow the course Yue Ting had envisioned at all.
Empowered by immortality true blood, his palm descended, and the scarlet bloodlight in the tent abruptly condensed into an enormous bloody hand.
That hand was not insubstantial like a manifestation of magic power. Instead, it was woven from the terrifying qi and blood and true essence driven by the Brahma-Blood Demon Wheel of the Brahma Demon-Refining Art's twelfth layer. Its palm lines resembled demon runes, its knuckles resembled mountain ridges, and deep within its palm, rings of blood-colored Brahma wheels slowly turned.
More terrifying still, a blood path rules thread wound through the bloody hand, amplifying its power and radiating a terrifying sense of stripping away life.
For this palm strike, Qing Chen had not used the Blood River God-Slaying Spear, nor had he activated any Spirit Venerable-grade supreme spells or the magnetic origin rule.
Even so, the power of this strike was enough to make anyone at the Nascent Soul level feel their scalp prickle.
Had Tie Zhan of the Heavenly Gang Ranking been here, even he would have needed to go all out to withstand it head-on with the Iron God Golden Palace Armor. The slightest carelessness would have cost him dearly.
A mere Yue Ting was only at the Nascent Soul middle stage peak.
By Qing Chen's estimation, under the control of his powerful divine sense, this palm would inevitably shatter Yue Ting's magic treasure, scatter his qi and blood, injure his Nascent Soul, and leave him meekly suppressed inside the tent.
If he tried to send his Nascent Soul out of his body, the Mysterious Womb Demon Lotus Platform would lock it down immediately.
*What gave this man the right to act so tough? The fact that he'd known